In the beginning, before the first frost scarred the wasteland, there was only Hakra-wo. The God of Harmony. From his absolute essence, he forged two children to shape the void: Kakru-te, the Lord of War, and Yamji-na, the Goddess of Wisdom. But the siblings were fiercely divided. Their endless, bitter quarrels tore across the heavens, for War sought only ruin, and Wisdom refused to yield to brute force.
When Hakra-wo crushed the withered leaves of the Tree of Existence and blew their dust across the barren earth to form the fragile tribes of men, the warring gods looked down. It was there they witnessed the mortal woman, Amji La. They saw her absolute obedience to her master, bending without breaking, finding perfect grace in total submission.
Moved by this profound sacrifice, Yamji-na finally understood the truth. She saw that the highest wisdom is to yield to ultimate strength. In the halls of the heavens, the Goddess of Wisdom knelt before the Lord of War and offered herself as his bound wife.
Since that day, the heavens found their balance. Kakru-te rules with an iron fist, but he looks upon his enslaved wife with fierce, consuming love. He holds her chain, but it is her whispered counsel that guides his sword. Together, they laid down the unyielding bedrock of Urtagh: a world where strength commands, and submission brings true order.
To watch over this brutal design and the dust-born mortals, Hakra-wo forged the Mokra-mir, the Iron Sentinels. But the greatest mystery of Urtagh remains: the heavens mold the earth, but it was the bleeding, raw submission of a mortal slave that refined the heavens.